But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.

Humanity is the sin of God.

If I seem to boast more than is becoming, my excuse is that I brag for humanity rather than for myself.

It is good to be often reminded of the inconsistency of human nature, and to learn to look without wonder or disgust on the weaknesses which are found in the strongest minds.

It is more comfortable to feel that we are a slight improvement on a monkey than such a fallin' off from the angels.

It is not human nature we should accuse but the despicable conventions that pervert it.

Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame; Ev'ything thet's done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.

man is only a reed, the weakest thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed.

Man is physically as well as metaphysically a thing of shreds and patches, borrowed unequally from good and bad ancestors, and a misfit from the start.

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.